Every coaster someone moves, every chair that is dragged from the dining room into the living room, every minor adjustment is mentally noted. The second we say goodnight and close the door, I press the reset button—every little item goes back to what I consider its proper position.
That's going a lot further than merely being introverted. It sounds like OCPD. Is there anything wrong with that? Not really, unless it impedes on what you want to do and get out of life. There's no need to justify it.